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Chapter 19

   Stiles was all home alone again since his father had work to do again. Stiles was overwhelmed and still stunned by the news but as he entered his room which held the piano he collapsed on his knees, the silence filled with Stiles's heartbreaking sobs. Stiles's sight was blurry with tears, his hands tangled in his hair. 

First my mother then Lydia, Stiles thought, is music making him lose the people he love?

His chest ached, his whole body hurts, the last time he felt like this was when he found out what happened to his mother but this time it was different. He was not filled with guilt, he was filled with devastation and melancholy.

You said I had you Lydia, what happened?

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   The atmosphere was more suffocating and depressed during Lydia's funeral. Allison was asked to do write an eulogy for the funeral days ago by Lydia's parents, they knew Lydia would want that. Everyone knew. Stiles didn't know whether he should really go or not because if he did, he knew he would see her lifeless body in a casket. He wanted to go but at the same time he didn't, he wanted see her but at the same time he didn't. It was all confusing to him but in the end, he went with Allison and Scott. It was time for Allison's eulogy and she got up and went. Allison cleared her throat before she began,

"My name is Allison and Lydia my best friend, more than that actually, She was like a sister I never had," She took s deep breath, "My life was a series of boring and repeating events until I met Lydia, She was different than the other girls i our school. She was vivid, extraordinary, and so unpredictable. She drew, Scott, Stiles, and I closer, without her we would be incomplete. She was supportive too. It's going to be really hard to go on and it's not because we have to bid her farewell, it's going be hard to fill that empty void in all of us when she's gone," her eyes sparkled with the tears building up in them, "But if I knew that this was going to happen then I wouldn't change a thing because she changed me within a number of weeks and days and I'm grateful for that. God knows what would happened if I hadn't started talking to her in chemistry class. Meeting her was a catalyst in my chemical reaction called life and I'm forever grateful for her."

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   The air was chilly and the sky was full of dark clouds when they buried the casket. All of them were silent, Scott's arm was around Allison and Allison rested her head on Scott's shoulder.  Stiles read her epitaph on the tombstone:

Lydia Martin 

1999-2016

"Music speaks louder than words"

Stiles thought he was going to breakdown again when Lydia's  parents walked towards them.

"We found these in her room on her table," Lydia's mother said, "Here," she handed each of them their letter with their name on the front.

"Thank you," Allison said as she looked at the letter again. After setting flowers on Lydia's grave, they went on their separated ways since Allison and Scott went home. Stiles didn't want to, however, for he feared that he was going to suffocate from the uneasy atmosphere there so he went to the park and sat at the same bench underneath the tree.

He looked at the letter again, For Stiles Stilinski was written on the front. He took a deep breath before opening it and began to read.